Just got a call from Matt. He asked if we were “still dating”. Poor guy. Sure, I feel rotten about the whole thing, but there’s definitely a strange sort of humor to the situation. I originally didn’t think I would mention the Thwarted Kiss Incident in my blog for fear of Matt reading it and getting the wrong idea or Elizabeth reading it and making fun of me (she now jokingly calls me a brazen hussy and a femme fatale), but I finally decided I would, because I don’t think I should have to hide things from my blog, as if I were ashamed. Plus, the whole point of the post was that Casper and I aren’t involved. ::sigh::
I think this incident pretty much marks the downside to single-sex education. The act of merely hanging out with members of opposite gender gets blown out of proportion, and suddenly, going out to the movies with a friend can no longer be seen as innocent. Banter is seen as “leading someone on”. It seriously irks me to realize that the Hockaday/St. Marks/Jesuit social world forbids being good friends with more than one guy at a time, and Said Guy = Boyfriend, no exceptions. I told Matt that while I wasn’t interested in a boyfriend right now, he could be my Designated Male Companion for social occasions. He sounded disappointed, which made me feel like mud.
Coed schools are lucky in that regard. Groups of boys and girls pal around and no one thinks twice about it. Casper came with us to the midnight showing of CoS, and I would have invited Matt and his friends had the decision to invite Casper not been so spur-of-the-moment. His girlfriend had dumped him that day, and he was feeling depressed, and I wanted to cheer him up. No ulterior motive whatsoever. We had fun, and he seemed to get along with my friends. Meanwhile, I got to spend time with Matt and Co. after Homecoming, and we had a great time, sharing opinions about Star Wars and Discworld and online comics and a thousand other interests we had in common. Just because I like spending time with a guy doesn’t mean I’m interested in him romantically! It’s such a stilted view. I could have the same conversations with Chungy or Alicey or any of my other friends. ::sigh::
I can’t think of a clever or insightful way to conclude this, so that’s all the rant you’re getting this evening. Thank you for flying Cvlt of Lyncolnne.
EDIT: Wow. Priscilla = scum of the earth.